Mostly Natural.

We were holding hands while a Peter Lorre movie was on TV, “M”, the part where the balloon lifts off from behind the hedge, and Theo was defrosting the fridge with a hammer and a screwdriver. I have a headache that feels like it could kill me. There are things so small, out there, and in here. I keep things in a cheese cloth beneath the bed, my captains bed. Because it is vastly hollow underneath. The cheese cloth: same one my mom made out door fruit leather on in Cressy, on the wooden table she also made. Near Delhi within an almond orchard. The river is really a canal. I feel like somebody owes me a back rub or something. In the morning I’m going to a lake with Tom and Cleveland. Oh yeah, and now it’s later and we went to that lake and there was a diaper floating in it. But Tom said that was very unusual for this place. And Cleveland said nothing.